Davenport College - Galax Yearbook (Lenoir, NC)

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B»PUtor QIlaBH roplirry It was one of those rare days in Jnne when all tlie world seemed entranced in the beanties of natnre and everythng was so serene that I was thinking of the past. I was listless and weak, jnst convalescing from a long illness. I scarcely noticed the steadv vnice of m nnrse, who was reading to me from the Obscrzcr. She read several items which failed to arouse my interest, but finally the word Lenoir started me to attention, and my thoughts flew back to my College days and to my class — the four — and the unlucky year of 1913. Where are they all: Mae, Ethel, Lucv? I murmured: Read me some news of them, I begged. . nd strange to say, the paper itself contained an answer to my question. First niv companion turned to the Social column and read an announcement from Lincolnton which was of great importance in my eyes : Mr. and Mrs. T. F. Cline invite you to be present at the marriage of their (laughter. 1 )llie Mae, to Mr. Carl Jones. Juninr. Tliursday evening. June the 22nd, nineteen hundred and fifteen, at eiglit o ' clock. . t home, Lincolnton, X. C. ( )li ! hnw it warmed my heart to hear line after line about Mae ' s admirable character and the many kind deeds she had done since she left College. ( )n and on mv nurse read of the prosperous city of Lincolnton. She paused, and then began reading of Lucy Camp, who had been giving her life to the field of home missions, . fter teaching several years she gave her whole time working among the poor of Lincolnton. She was doing very effective work and carrying out the ideas she had learned in Mr. Birmingham ' s Bible Class, The article gave high praise of her and tlie work she was doing. The reading stopped here, and I wondered and feared to ask about Ethel, lest — But go on, I begged my nurse. . nd in reading over the headings of the .Vrzi ' j-. she came to an account of the business success of Mr. Osborne Brown, a real estate agent of Statesville. ( )h ! read that. I said: for I know that is Ethel ' s brother. Osborne. Then followed a most interesting account of Mr. Brown ' s prosperous business. I was feeling a bit disappointed at hearing no news of Ethel, but finally this gratifying news: Mr. Brow n gives much credit to the capable assistance of his sister. Miss Ethel Brown. Since her graduation at Davenport in the class (if i()i, she has been his sten(igrapher and private secretary. His business is likelv to sufter incduvenience by the loss of her expert help, for Miss Brown will leave for England in June to take posses.sion of the property left her by her father. As I was sadly thinking over the lives of my class-mates and the good news I had heard of them, a familiar figure appeared, coming slowly up the walk. Who can it be but Mr. Craven, T cried in delight. 24

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i pnior (Elass llliHtnrg We are few in nun,bers, but we think quality more important than quantity t a3 ' ° ' 7 V ' ' : ■ ' ' ' ■- - T ' - - - ' Seniors and should set a good example for the others. We have studied many kinds of Meter, but we cannot decide what kind of .Measure we make— two shorts and two longs Our president, Mae Cline, has been here for two years, but vou would tinnk from her learmng :t was a much longer time. Her chief delight is reading Latin so long as she finds it easy, but when she comes to a difficult passage she mvanably thmks of some joke to tell. ■ ' ' at th. r ' ' 7 w ' ' ° ! ' T ' ' ' -■ ' ' ■ ' ' ' ' ' ' ' - Sl ' f likes best of all to sit 1, could r ' ■ ' ' ' ■ ■ S ' - « ' - - if to -y ■■ Don-t you wish Lucye enjoys telling us about the Psychology lesson from which she learns hat the Ego or Consciousness, of self lies primarily and excIusiNch- in the lovin. ' hvery day she asks if she got a letter. If sl,e ,Ii,l. she will do anything for voiT but if not, look out. ' • - ' ■ Next comes Ethel Brown, the smallest me,i,ber of our class. Her ordinary conversation is clear enough, but for the life of me I cannot remember or under- stand what she means when she tries to explain her familv history 11 that I remember just now is that one of her .listant connections is a wonderful young man — her cousin, you know. She can sit in Physics class a wh„]. pen„d and tell Miss Radford all about he e ectroscope. but it will be one of h.r own mvention. I assure you. In addition lovhl hen ' ' ' • ' ■ ' ' • ' ' • ' ' ■ • ' ' ° °- ' ' ' P As for myself, the recorder of our class, I came to Davenport in the fall of lyii with our president, both of us representatives of Lincoln County Of course I ani as proud of my robe and cap and my privileges as any Senior could be I still hope to do great things in the world some day, for every true Davenport girl does. ' ' We have all enjoyed our school life at Davenport, and have learned to love our college this year as never before. May she prosper in all years to come! — Lucy Camp.

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Then 1 hail the pleasure of talking to him ahout my college days. He laugh- ingly forgave us for all the demands we had made upon him while at College and for the many times we had chased him to his office pleading for help. Take courage, girls, I heard him say ; and then I awoke to find myself surrounded by papers, photographs, clippings and all the material for the Annual, which must be sent to the printer the ne.xt day. And so the |)ro])het after all her dreaming woke without learning anything of her own future. — Liicvc Harrrlsoii.